Monday, March 19, 2012

Wonder - Part Seven: Miranda

Beautiful Things by Andain

Got up early, found something’s missingMy only nameNo one else sees, but I got stuckAnd soon forever cameStopped pushing on for just a secondThen nothing’s changedWho am I this time, where's my name?Guess it crept away

Look straight ahead, there’s nothing left to seeWhat’s done is done, this life has got its hold on meJust let it go, what now can never be

I forgot that I might seeSo many beautiful thingsI forgot that I might needTo find out what life could bring

Beautiful things

Take this happy ending awayIt's all the sameGod won't waste this simplicityOn possibilityGet me up, wake me up, dreams are fillingThis trace of blameFrozen still I thought I could stopNow who's gonna wait?

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